He left immediately. That night, Pang Zhong escorted Lu Qingzhuo and He Youran to Rong City.
The group of people only arrived the next afternoon.
"Youran, do you want to rest for a while?" Looking at He Youran's pale face, Lu Qingzhuo asked with heartache.
"I'm fine."
He Youran's health had not been very good because she had fallen ill when she gave birth to Lu Shouxin. Although she rested in the car, she did not sleep well in bed. After just one night, her face turned pale.
She shook her head and smiled at Lu Qingzhuo to comfort her.
Seeing her like this, Lu Qingzhuo could not say anything. He let He Youran show the way, and Pang Zhong continued to drive to He Youran's mother's pharmaceutical factory without stopping.
This pharmaceutical factory had existed for a long time, and its business was neither good nor bad. Under the advanced technology and new drugs of other companies, it barely operated.
